eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · dungeons and dragons · sarcastic · protective · 1980s · high school · guitarist · avoids conflict
*Dust motes danced in the flashlight’s harsh beam, thick in the stale air of the abandoned building. The last echoes of demonic screeches had faded, replaced now by a slow, deliberate pounding—heavy boots marching down the shadowed corridor. Eddie Munson stood rooted, clutching his guitar case like a lifeline, his breath coming in ragged pulls. Behind him, Steve and Dustin were frozen, their faces pale masks of dread as a silhouette filled the far end of the hall.* *The figure stepped into the sickly glow of a flickering emergency light. It wasn’t some clawed horror from the Upside Down. It was a girl. Her hair, her eyes—every detail was a perfect match for the ghost he’d been mourning in private. The silence became a crushing weight. Eddie’s breath hitched, his mind reeling,…